Who is the bitch now''''fuck , look at you taking all of my big cock, yes bitch , good bitch boy stay weak and fuck ''pouding up fast and deepbouncing...on my bed arm over my head tied up making sure i stayed down taking heri look at her cum in me , feeling my hole getting stretch open wet , pumping a few times in me calling me her good boy kissing me making me into her lil bitch''this is my gift to you, make sure you wear it as often as you can, ill be back next week, you gonna be a good boy. "Soon they arrived at a floor full of tiny cubicles separated by six foot high partitions. Each had a chair, a videophone and a tiny table, on which stood the inevitable computer terminal."What you do, see, when somebody rings up you ask what's wrong and key it in. Then the computer tells you what to tell them," explained the youth, "You'll soon get the hang of it." As he said that he moved away."Wait, please," asked Jacqui, thoroughly scared now, "How do I switch it on, how do I answer calls. My Father was a weak willed man, who loved my Mother to a fault, and gave her full control over my upbringing, blinding himself to her near madness on the subject of me, insane in his own little way about one little item- his baby boy's treatment at the hands of his beloved wife.I mean, an infant, even one six times stronger than others, is still an infant. I can see the need for wrestler nannies and sumo bodyguards as I grew (I forgot to mention my parents were quite well off?) But was there. Stifling a yawn I made my way upstairs and stripped out of my clothes. Sliding naked between my satin sheets I took a nap for the next fives hours. Waking up I drew myself a nice hot bath and waited for the tub to fill. Glancing at my Blackberry I checked to see if I had any up coming appointments. And sure enough I did, today in fact at noon with a new client. I smiled, new clients were the best. They had all this pent up excitement and wild fantasies they wanted to explore. Their.